Hibs driven by Beuzelin's French revolution

SOME Hibernian supporters call him Wullie, others have nicknamed him Boozy. For Guillaume Beuzelin, adjusting to life in Scotland is to become accustomed to the awkwardness of encountering a new country, a new language, but also discovering the subtleties of a different culture. Scottish people may have trouble wrapping their tongues round the hard edges of his French name, but the fact that they have christened him with their own, natively affectionate alternatives says much about how eagerly he has become accepted. A rootless figure surrounded by uncertainty off the field, on it he is a settling, grounded presence.

Beuzelin is a tall, thin midfielder, a graceful and adroit passer and reader of the game that bubbles around him. In France, where he joined

Le Havre, his home town team, when he was six, he was generally played on the flanks, skimming the outskirts of the action and casting an